(as seen as the nursery today, more about that below) Eating : For breakfast this morning, I'm still eating leftovers from the pre-Bay to Breakers meal I made to eat before the race (and didn't eat, as per usual): pan-fried new potatoes with spring garlic, and a side of Field Roast b
Some days, it's all you can do to keep your head emotionally and mentally above water. I am having one of those days, and not wanting to write goes along with days like that. I know you understand. Regardless of that, though, I still have to post today -- eek! .... ie, (What I've been thin
Today I ran my third Bay to Breakers . I'm so glad that my first and second experiences went the way they did, because they were really perfect, and allowed for today to be perfect, too. I love running this race nearly every year. It shows me, each time, how I've grown and evolved -- as
A long time ago, I used to do a series of posts called Farmers Market Saturday. I'd take my DSLR to the market with me. Eventually, I tapered off at this, both because everything becomes boring eventually, but also, because my interest in running on Saturday mornings became more important to
I'm unfortunately sick, again. I wish my immune system would start behaving, but it's really not. It doesn't help that I keep hanging out with sick people. That's how this happened. I knew it would, but the timing is pretty rotten. I have a full schedule this weekend, including Bay t
Last night I made something up in the kitchen, and it was super tasty. I must say: I'm pretty proud of myself for this one. I was inspired by fresh veggies and herbs as well as Tuscan soups. What do you call a soup that doesn't sit in broth? I guess it's a sautée, thanks internet! Noth
(Aquatic Park, Berkeley, as seen from my lunch run today) Reading : I've been reading The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich all year so far, but lately I haven't been reading anything because I am really burnt out on it. It's pretty much the most dense book in the universe. I also ju
(as seen on a walk this afternoon) There used to be a time, years ago, when I would come here and just start writing . That appears to have been lost on me for a while now. Why do I fear expressing myself so much? I think it's leftover anxiety from last year, fearing what people would think
